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So about two weeks ago I found a lump in my breast and didn't tell anyone except the doctor - not my parents, because when I found it they'd just gotten a couple bits of shitty news about my brother right in a row and were already stressed, and not anyone online because I didn't really wanna see it written down. So I spent a few days with my anxiety through the roof, got told it was likely an infection and put on antibiotics, spent a week with my anxiety just pushing at the roof, the lump reacted to the antibiotics but didn't go away entirely, which made my doctor happy so she's got me taking a bajillion doses of whatever antibiotic right now "to really sterilize" me. So that was my big trauma of late.
I've got the worst cold of my life right now, which is my payment for being nice (by nice I mean I was bribed with a new book and a trip to Starbucks) and bringing sister + a friend to the mall a couple weekends ago. Friend had cold, sister got cold, sister graciously shared it with me. Friend turned out to have mono, but so far she has chosen not to share that with us. I don't mind the cold so much; I'm miserable, but my sleep has been absolutely horrid lately and there's nothing quite like a week or so of NyQuil sleeps to get me back on track. Although I'd like to know how any cold germs managed to survive with all the drugs in me. I'm twenty-freaking-one and taking a grandmother-sized handful of pills twice a day, what is my life.
My mother, subtle as she is, dropped a brick-size hint she's ordered me a dress for my birthday. I hope she doesn't make me wait for my birthday to open it, since it'll probably come this week and I'm already dying to know which it is. I know which dress I would pick, but I truly have no idea what she would be likely to pick out for me, especially as none of the dresses from Lane Bryant are very similar to the one I had her buy for me last week, the only one she's seen me admire so far this season.
Speaking of, I'm sooooo glad it's skirt weather again. Bright colors + no pants + flip-flops = best time of year, easily. I've got to move somewhere it doesn't get too hot, but doesn't snow so much I can't wear skirts year-round. Maybe I'll end up back in Providence.
I've got the worst cold of my life right now, which is my payment for being nice (by nice I mean I was bribed with a new book and a trip to Starbucks) and bringing sister + a friend to the mall a couple weekends ago. Friend had cold, sister got cold, sister graciously shared it with me. Friend turned out to have mono, but so far she has chosen not to share that with us. I don't mind the cold so much; I'm miserable, but my sleep has been absolutely horrid lately and there's nothing quite like a week or so of NyQuil sleeps to get me back on track. Although I'd like to know how any cold germs managed to survive with all the drugs in me. I'm twenty-freaking-one and taking a grandmother-sized handful of pills twice a day, what is my life.
My mother, subtle as she is, dropped a brick-size hint she's ordered me a dress for my birthday. I hope she doesn't make me wait for my birthday to open it, since it'll probably come this week and I'm already dying to know which it is. I know which dress I would pick, but I truly have no idea what she would be likely to pick out for me, especially as none of the dresses from Lane Bryant are very similar to the one I had her buy for me last week, the only one she's seen me admire so far this season.
Speaking of, I'm sooooo glad it's skirt weather again. Bright colors + no pants + flip-flops = best time of year, easily. I've got to move somewhere it doesn't get too hot, but doesn't snow so much I can't wear skirts year-round. Maybe I'll end up back in Providence.
